Chapter 51

Moxiang spread his wings and stood at the gate of the classroom, taking a deep breath and tightly holding the letter containing secrets given to him by his mother.

While watching the Black Wolf Corps massacre the imperial guards, Moxiang thought to himself:

'After all, I need more power. The cult leader once told me that I could be a lone hero, but I could never dominate the martial world... I don't want to do this, but since my enemies control large sects and there's no chance they'll face me in a one-on-one battle, I have to gather my own forces. First, I'll bring Han Zhongping over, and then I'll continue to absorb the five major forces of the Devil Sect.'

While he was lost in thought, Qianli Duxing bowed before him.

"All have been dealt with."

"Good, now let's go to Yan Wang's heir."

"Sir..."

"What is it?"

"There are many injured in General Yu's residence. Shouldn't we take them in?"

"How many are there?"

"About five hundred..."

"Then send some subordinates to gather them. Let's see... where should we set up our base?"

"About 300 li (about 90 kilometers) away, there's the Black Dragon Sect. Perhaps we should take it over?"

"Good, send the subordinates to gather there. If there are that many injured, you should command them directly."

"Yes, sir!"

"Do you know the location of the Yan Wang Corps?"

"Yes."

Qianli Duxing turned around and shouted:

"Zhen Tie!"

Then, a black-robed figure flew over from behind and bowed, shouting:

"Yes!"

Moxiang said to the black-robed figure called Zhen Tie:

"Lead me to where the Yan Wang Corps is."

"Yes, sir!"

Moxiang followed Zhen Tie and instructed Qianli Duxing:

"Meet at the Black Dragon Sect. Complete the takeover before I arrive!"

"Yes, sir!"

Not long after they started running, a large number of black-robed figures were seen rushing towards them at maximum speed.

"Hmph, you came looking for us. This makes things easier."

Moxiang and Zhen Tie waited for a moment, and the black-robed figures, weapons drawn, began to form a包围圈 around them. Seeing this, Moxiang sneered.

"Yan Wang's heir!"

Receiving no response, Moxiang shouted again:

"Yan Wang's heir! Have you forgotten who I am?"

Then, from behind the black-robed figures blocking the front, a sinister voice came:

"Of course, I remember."

"Hmph! Do you think I wouldn't know your location just because you're using a cheap trick like Huoyin Zhancheng? You have two choices: follow me or die here as a loyal dog of the cult leader..."

Huoyin Zhancheng is a high-level technique that uses qi to bend sound, making it seem like the voice is coming from the west when it's actually from the east. Pointing this out shocked the opponent.

"Ah! Have you regained your memory?"

"Of course. Qianli Duxing is with me now. Your choice remains."

"He... Where is Qianli Duxing?"

"He went to the general's residence to gather the injured. Honestly... even if the Devil Sect is corrupt, it's unbelievable that 90% of the Black Wolf Corps' strength was used just to destroy a general's residence."

At this, Yan Wang's heir began to tremble. No matter how he thought about it, it was impossible for such a force to be destroyed just to destroy a general's residence. Perhaps the culprit was...

"Choose. Will you die now or follow me?"

If Moxiang were a righteous martial artist, the story would be different. They are strong individuals who grew up in a world of iron and blood... they fear no death. However, since Moxiang is the deputy leader of the Devil Sect, this is an internal power struggle. In this case, it's better for them to join the stronger side. Most importantly, Moxiang is the strongest martial artist the Devil Sect has ever produced, a fact that remains unchanged. With his mind made up, he jumped out in front of Moxiang. Surprisingly, he came from Moxiang's right side, not where the voice was, and bowed, shouting:

"I will follow you."

"Will you not regret it later?"

"I will never regret it. Do you plan to take over the cult?"

"I have to. I also need to seek revenge... but I won't punish the lower ranks. I know it wasn't their intention to help plot my assassination."

Hearing this, the black-robed figures, who were holding weapons and surrounding them, put down their weapons and bowed, shouting:

"We will be loyal to the deputy leader!"

Moxiang nodded and turned to Yan Wang's heir.

"Yan Wang's heir!"

"Yes."

"Everyone, go to the general's residence and help Qianli Duxing."

"Yes, sir!"

The Yan Wang Corps and the Black Wolf Corps gathered the injured from the general's residence and headed to the Black Dragon Sect. On the way, Moxiang was surprised to hear that the Black Wolf Corps had suffered a devastating blow due to his actions.

"All of this was done by me?"

"Don't you remember at all?"

Moxiang then said with a blank expression:

"Damn, I only remember being ambushed and then being led into the water by Guo. By the way, that happened near the main hall, but where are we now?"

Qianli Duxing explained carefully:

"I'm not entirely sure, but after being ambushed, you were rescued by General Yu's people and lost your memory. You worked at the Chanhuan Black Wind Sect. Later, you were involved in the assassination of General Yu. The cult leader, knowing that you had lost your memory and your martial arts skills had declined, ordered the deputy leader Neng Bijie to eliminate you using the Black Wolf Corps and the Yan Wang Corps. However, during the battle, you regained your memory, and Neng Bijie died... It seems you lost your memory again in the middle, but it must be the will of heaven. You will remember in time."

"Hahahaha, I don't need those memories. What's there to be proud of being a government dog? I won't try to regain those memories. First, I need to build up my strength and create a new history... a bloody history. It's inevitable that I lost some subordinates, but I need to heal the remaining injured to strengthen our forces."

"Yes, sir!"

The Black Dragon Sect, a black path sect, has about 3,000 disciples, making it a fairly large sect. Moxiang and his group chose it because they needed a suitable base to support the nearly 3,000 people under his command. The Black Dragon Sect was known in the area but was nothing compared to the elite forces of the Devil Sect. After a brief battle, the Black Dragon Sect's leader, Black Hand Devil Feather Galba, swore allegiance to Moxiang.

Now, Moxiang faced a new challenge. He was a natural martial artist who had always focused on training, but now he had to take on the role of a rebel leader, which involved all sorts of miscellaneous tasks.

Food, clothing, weapons, and other supplies don't fall from the sky. To maintain a sect with thousands of disciples, a huge amount of money was needed, and all of this came to Moxiang in the form of documents. The Black Wolf Corps and the Yan Wang Corps, composed of martial artists, had strong power but no business acumen. Reluctantly, Moxiang entrusted the management to the Black Dragon Sect's leader, Galba, but even Galba was not up to the task. Therefore, Moxiang called Qianli Duxing, Yan Wang's heir, and Galba to a meeting to address this critical situation.

"We need to recruit a business genius."

"Agreed. We're all stone-headed martial artists..."

"Only now do I understand why the cult has reached its peak recently. It's because of that guy, Hemu Xiang."

"You mean Elder Hemu Xiang, the Red Mist Killer?"

"Yes, I need a smart guy like him. If you know of anyone suitable, recommend them. I'll take responsibility for bringing them in."

"What about kidnapping Hemu Xiang?"

"That's not a good idea. If he commits suicide... and it's questionable whether he would cooperate sincerely..."

"Does it matter if they don't know martial arts?"

"Not really. I need their brains, not their martial arts skills."

"Then there is someone suitable, but it will be difficult to recruit them."

"Who is it?"

"There's a manor called Tianlun Manor near Jinliang Mountain. The owner is quite capable."

"The owner of the manor? Is he a martial artist?"

"No, he's not a martial artist. He has some land and engages in some business, and he's known to be very smart."

"Hmm... he's not suitable."

"Excuse me?"

"It's better to leave people who have no interest in the martial world alone. There's no need to drag innocent people into the world of blood and violence. Are there any outstanding individuals who managed the finances of a defunct organization?"

"Oh, there is one. He used to work for the Heavenly Demon Sect, a black path sect with 8,000 disciples. His name is Xue Wuzhi, and he held the position of Wenxiang. His courtesy name is Hu, and he named himself Wuzhi because the more he learned, the more he realized he didn't know."

"That sounds like a promising individual."

"Apparently, after being expelled due to internal conflicts, he went into seclusion on Qiyeshan Mountain."

"Good, let's go for him. While I'm away, remove the Black Dragon Sect's sign... it smells too much like a righteous sect. Put up a new sign with any name."

"Yes, sir!"

At this moment, Galba spoke up:

"Sir... there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?"

"It's from my intelligence network. It's not a problem now, but it might be later when your memory returns."

Annoyed by the long introduction, Moxiang said:

"Get to the point!"

"Some of the Black Wind Sect, who clashed with the Yan Wang Corps while trying to rescue Yu Yingzhen, have been labeled as rebels and are being pursued by the government army. Should we help them?"

"Why should I help them?"

"Perhaps there are people among them who were close to you. You might regret it later if you don't help them."

"Alright. Where are they now?"

"According to rumors, they are near Wushan in Gansu Province, but we need to confirm it."

"Hmm..."

Qianli Duxing then stepped forward:

"If you decide to help, I'll prepare the subordinates."

"No, that's not necessary. I don't want to cause unnecessary conflict with the government. I'll go alone. Instead, I'll go to Qiyeshan first and then head there. I'll take ten subordinates to protect the military advisor. Qianli Duxing, send me some quick-witted ones."

"Yes, sir!"

At this moment, Galba handed Moxiang a silk bag and said:

"Your martial arts skills are sufficient, but since you need to bring many people back, this will be useful. Just scatter it on the field."

Moxiang read the characters on the bag and nodded in understanding.

"Good, I'll use it well."

"Thank you."